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Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Walked downtown once, shady streets—pimps eyeballin’ me. Felt like Saul, lost in Auschwitz, “Where’s the rabbi?!” But here it’s, “Where’s the chick?!” Found one—Legs up to her neck! She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic.” Cost me fifty bucks—fifty! Back in ’85, that was lunch money! Inflation’s a punk, I swear.

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So we head over, and I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Solway, not London! We scramble for cover under this awning on the corner of King St. I’m soaked, my guitar’s lookin’ like it just took a swim. I’m fumin’, but then I see this little kid jumpin’ in puddles. He’s laughin’ his head off, and I can’t help but crack a smile. Kids, man. They get it.

Fun on the Solway with Easter Eggstravaganza and challenging River Races